Quotes About Intensity

I want to fuck you so bad I can taste it

Oh, I wish I could make my poor heart just burst.

The way she looks right now, you have to think about multiple car pile-ups. Imagine two bloodmobiles colliding head on. The way she looks, you'd have to think of mass graves to even log thirty seconds in the saddle. Think of spoiled cat food and ulcerated cankers and expired donor organs. That's how beautiful she looks.

Your every emotion goes right over the top with a big audience. It's either laughter or tears, with no in-between. Those tigers in zoos, they must have a big opera all the time.

The way she looks right now, you have to think about multiple car pile-ups. Imagine two bloodmobiles coliding head on. The way she looks, you'd have to think of mass graves to even log thirty seconds in the saddle. Think of spoiled cat food and ulcerated cankers and expired donor organs. That's how beautiful she looks.

Anytime you need to watch somebody die, die for real, check out how they get their orgasm at the end of a porn. Their mouth biting to get just one more inhale of air.

For hate is a form of passionate attachment, and to be despised seems better than to be unknown.

Give me terror. Flash. Give me panic. Flash.

I held the face of mister angel like a baby or a football in the crook of my arm and bashed him with my knuckles, bashed him until his teeth broke through his lips. Bashed him with my elbow after that until he fell through my arms into a heap at my feet. Until the skin was pounded thin across his cheekbones and turned black. I wanted to breathe smoke.

Después de haber estado en el club de la lucha, ver partidos de fútbol americano por televisión es como ver películas porno cuando podrías estar follando a lo grande.

You never feel as alive as when you make somebody else dead.

Still—leave it to an American to take something too far.

What Marla loves, she says, is all the things that people love intensely and then dump an hour or a day after. The way a Christmas tree is the center of attention, then, after Christmas you see those dead Christmas trees with the tinsel still on them, dumped alongside the highway.

hate is a form of passionate attachment, and to be despised seems better than to be unknown.

She's being such an overreaction.

Emotionally she's a garage full of cats on fire.

the outside air was so hot and so humid it felt like you were the meat in a sandwich whose bread was the Devil's moist thighs

I'm sick!" he bellowed, his voice cracking like a frozen lake underfoot.

Story should be a descent -- the feeling that there is an intense gravity to the narrative that draws you down, down, down.

Dang, that sounds like a fucking movie and shit. Sleep Hard 4: Sleep Harder.

He will literally kick my butt so hard I'll be tasting my own asshole for weeks.

Do you ever think that people who find it tougher to say what they're feeling are the ones who feel things more intensely? As if they're the ones who really understand what it means to love someone? As if they have to keep their defenses high, because they care too much and have too much to lose?

How angry am I? You don't want to know. Nobody wants to know about that.

Maybe, instead, I'll set the world on fire. I just might.